future plans, is redundent

You come through a door,

cruising from the edge of the pool.

I don’t know who it was,


a portrait of Ceres, the major minor planet.


in the nature of reality

we pass through errors to arrive at the truth.

You ask, “Shouldn’t love be the only truth?”


Disaster strikes when you least expect it.

It’s too easy to get lost in the moonlight.

I step back before moving ahead

and call it…

karmic retribution.

It’s ok.

We weren’t done with the mountain trail when the sun set.





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